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ACT the Third,

Scene the Ships.
Enter the Saylors.
The Sorceress and her Inchanteress.
Cho.
Come away, fellow Saylors your Anchors be weighing
Time and Tide will admit no delaying.
Take a Bouze short leave of your Nymphs on the Shore,
And Silence their Morning,
VVith Vows of returning.
But never intending to Visit them more.

The Saylors Dance.
Sorc.
See the Flags and Streamers Curling,
Anchors weighing, Sails unfurling.
Phœbus pale deluding Beames,
Guilding more deceitful Streams.
Our Plot has took,
The Queen forsook, ho, ho, ho.
Elisas ruin'd, ho, ho, ho, next Motion,
Must be to storme her Lover on the Ocean.
From the Ruines of others our pleasure we borrow,
Elisas bleeds to Night, and Carthage Flames tomorrow.

Cho.
Destruction our delight, delight our greatest Sorrow,
Elisas dyes to Night, and Carthage Flames to Morrow.

Jack of the Lanthorn leads the Spaniards out of their way among the Inchanteresses.
A Dance.
Enter Dido, Belinda, and Train.
Dido
Your Councel all is urged in vain,
To Earth and Heaven I will Complain.
To Earth and Heaven why do I call,
Earth and Heaven conspire my Fall.
To Fate I Sue, of other means bereft,
The only refuge for the wretched left.

Bel.
See Madam where the Prince appears,
Such Sorrow in his Looks he bears,

[Æneas Enters.
Æn.
As wou'd convince you still he's true,
What shall lost Æneas do.
How Royal fair shall I impart,
The Gods decree and tell you we must part.

Dido
Thus on the fatal Banks of Nile,
Weeps the deceitful Crocodile.
Thus Hypocrites that Murder Act,
Make Heaven and Gods the Authors of the Fact.

Æn.
By all that's good,

Dido
By all that's good no more,
All that's good you have Forsworn.
To your promised Empire fly,
And let forsaken Dido dye.

Æn.
In spight of Joves Command I stay,
Offend the Gods, and Love obey.

Dido
No faithless Man thy course pursue,
I'm now resolved as well as you.
No Repentance shall reclaim,
The Injured Dido slighted Flame.
For 'tis enough what e're you now decree,
That you had once a thought of leaving me.

Æn.
Let Jove say what he will I'le stay,

Dido
Away
[Exit Æn.
To Death I'le fly, if longer you delay.
But Death, alas? I cannot Shun,
Death must come when he is gone.

Cho
Great minds against themselves Conspire,
And shun the Cure they most desire.

Dido
Thy Hand Belinda,—darkness shades me,
Cupids appear in the Clouds o're her Tomb
On thy Bosom let me rest,
More I wou'd but Death invades me.
Death is now a Welcom Guest,
When I am laid in Earth my wrongs Create.
No trouble in thy Breast,
Remember me, but ah! forget my Fate.

Cho.
With drooping Wings you Cupids come,
To scatter Roses on her Tomb.
Soft and Gentle as her Heart,
Keep here your Watch and never part.

[Cupids Dance.